Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real no gimmicks

Two park girls go round the outside,
Round the outside, round the
Two trailer park girls go the outside,
Round the outside, the outside

who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a
who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess back?
who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's

I've created a monster, nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped
if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard
Some vodka that will jump start my heart
Then a shot I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not
When I'm rocking the table while operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop
I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your heart problem is complicated
So the won't let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on
But it feels so without me
So come on and dip, bum on your
Fuck that, cum on lips and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause this shit is about to get
I just all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

Now this looks a job for me
So just follow me
'Cause we a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty me
I said, this like a job for me
So everybody follow me
we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty me

Little hellions feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their still listen to Elvis
They start like prisoners helpless
someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the air a rebel
So let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone my ass
And it's a disaster such a
For you to see so much of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna in endin' up
Under your like a splinter
The center of back for the winter
I'm interesting, the thing since wrestling
Infesting in your ears and nesting
"Testing please"
Feel the soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit and shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit
And Moby, you can get stomped by
You thirty six old bald headed fag, blow me
You don't me, you're too old, let it go its over,
Nobody listens to
Now lets go, just me the signal
I'll be with a whole list full of new insults
I've dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this just seems
Everybody only to discuss me
So must mean I'm disgusting
But it's me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first of controversy
I am the thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so
And use it to get myself
"Hey" there's a concept that
Twenty million other white rappers
But no matter how fish in the sea
It will be so empty me

Kids!